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Clash of Realms	By : RaphaelTMNT Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 3294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Clash of Realms
CHP31: An Unexpected Aid

Batman and Robin sat perched on top of a nearby rooftop overlooking a business building and the Gotham shipping docks to the left of them. It was a cold night and this was their first action the night and they were ready to spring their ally free. But not until after a little observation and clearing the perimeter of the gunmen.
"Father, tell me again why we're sitting up here like a frozen statues and watching?" He quivered.
"The distress call itself was coded, and I deciphered the words, halt and standby." Batman replied. "We aren't making a move until I'm absolutely certain that is the best course of action. Nightwing wanted us here, but not to move in."
"You sure about that, why make contact if he wasn't in serious trouble," Robin responded.
The sound of a loud truck backing out of the warehouse caught the attention of both masked heroes.
"Looks like someone is moving or loading a shipment," Robin whispered.
Batman peered over the top seeing three figures unloading canisters onto an isolated vehicle.
"Let's take a closer look," Batman said.
With a function inside his lenses he zoomed in order to take a closer look. Neither of the two moved from their position and stayed silent. The tallest of the three dealers tore off the lid of one of the canister.
"Hell yeah, we gots the goods my friends," he said dawdling a finger over some of the contents inside.
"Come on Bear Fang, move it! Antwan told us to be in and out, he don't want us around. It ain't good for business."
The last of the shipment was carefully placed into the back of the other vehicle. From where they stood Robin tagged the vehicle as it pulled out of the lot as it took off. The two however stayed put as across the street from them a single curtain within one of the windows shot open.
"Nightwing!" Robin quickly jumped up and ready to spring into action but held back by his father.
"Stand your ground," Batman too stood but with a gun shaped item in hand, taking aim and firing forward.
The small ammunition/projectile connected with the window whilst Robin looked up at Batman.
"Set your radio frequency to mode two, channel six. We will be able to hear everything that's said as if we were inside."
Robin did exactly this immediately and Batman doing the same, and it was exactly as the caped crusader stated. Surrounding Nightwing were a handful of men dressed in black and grey suits, each of which armed with an automatic weapon.
"So what are we waiting for?!" Robin jumped up as he cracked his knuckles. "Let's go say hello."
The Boy Wonder was with a smile but only managed one Step before he was pulled back by the Caped Crusader.
"Wait."
"Wait for what we can take those guys no problem and with the changes you've went through they'd barely be able to get a hand on you, let alone dish out any damage."
Batman glared up at his son but stayed in his knelt position but with a shake of his head.
"We aren't changing the way we do things for anything, now sit and listen. Nightwing was on the verge of bringing down their operation and a man like Antwan isn't one for leaving such a paper trail."
"You are banking on him revealing more vocally, how can you be so sure that he will, father?"
The Dark Knight looked away from Robin and through the glass window across the street.
"Such criminals especially those with high self-preference get cocky and say more than they should when they feel they are in full control of a situation, stay patient and we'll remove when the time is right."
Much as he was eager to spring into action Robin knew that Batman was right and so there were no further arguments. He again returned to a slouched position and looked on across the way. The sound device set in place paid huge dividends as both were clearly able to listen in at all that went on inside the room. None of the surrounding hired muscle seemed too concerned with Nightwing who was tightly tied to the chair. There were at least 10 of them from Batman's count and four additional exotic dancers serving as their entertainment with one rolling her hips over a guard standing against a wall and another of them sat in a chair nearby where a dancer gave him a lap dance.
Others within were hanging around the table or engaging in a game of cards over a table off to the side. Some smoked cigars huffing and puffing as it circulated throughout the room and Nightwing had no choice but to take it all in and coughing. Batman and Robin remained still and watching for the next couple minutes before Antwan himself entered. The room got significantly quiet at just his presence.
"Well, well, well," the mob boss moved in overnight wing while rubbing his hands together. "If it isn't the little who's weasel that's caused me so much trouble recently."
Nightwing was with a smile over his face but only for a moment as Antwan threw out one punch and then another followed by a couple more after that. Others around the room stopped what they were doing while some looked that way. Antwan breathed heavily after the couple strikes while Nightwing's grin just as quickly returned.
"So tell me night feather when did you get onto us? Was it the Gathering in Montana, the meet in New Jersey just days later? Or maybe was it was our time in Bludhaven? Which was it, huh?"
"Nightwing," he smirked.
"Nightwing," Antwan looked him over with confused eyes. "That didn't sound like an answer, are you speaking in code?"
"Nah, it's the name," he shook his head. "You botched it."
Antwan stepped back and his eyes were constricted as he tried making out just what the hell the masked hero was trying to convey. It took him a few moments before finally figuring and very much tempted to strike him again but he held himself in check.
"Quite the Spirited One aren't you? for now maybe but after I'm finished with you, that little grin of yours will cease and you'll be begging me to put one round of cold steel through that skull of yours."
"Guy with gun and the other tied up, yeah that guy is always so cocky. I wonder why?"
By then others of Antwan's men listened in over the back and forth between them and some laughing.
"I didn't realize this was a laughing matter, you aren't in the ideal situation... none of you. I've made a living slithering my way out of situations like this. Go ahead and laugh it all out, the joke always ends up on people like you. I'll be out of these chains faster than you know."
The chuckles grew louder by this and Nightwing sustaining his posture and still with a smirk only to receive yet another punch to the face. The area erupted as his eyes slightly rolled into the back of his head. This time around the hero was seeing stars and took a little bit before his vision settled back to normal. It was then that one of the doors off to the left of them opened and two of Antwan's men entered.
"Surprise, surprise boss. We just got us another one and she's quite the beauty, the same one you talked with over the phone an hour ago. Boy did she ever put on quite the audition downstairs exciting all the gang."
The two moved aside as another of the guards entered into the room and then came the woman behind him, she was quite the sight. The woman wore black boots with fishnet stockings, a white corset with black straps, and white bunny ears over her head. Topping off the outfit was a plush rabbit tail and she wore long white gloves extending upwards to her elbows, and a choker. Even Nightwing could appreciate and admire this woman's beauty.
"You've got to be kidding..." Batman glowered from his position.
Though she might have been in disguise he felt that aura before and knew who it belonged to. The woman had long orange hair, light gray eyes and an earnest smile. She was the Dark Lord, Bloodriver Akasha. Antwan's concentration was immediately redirected off Nightwing and to this woman.
"Well lookie what we have here, an angel in the flesh?"
Giggles covered the room as Antwan slowly approached her but while he whistled. Being cat called was something done to her often so she didn't have much of a reaction.
"Now this is what I call natural raw Beauty. The phone conversation was brief, can you tell me again what your name was, little lady?" he caressed her chin.
"It's a Cherry Dawn," she responded shyly and Antwan chortling.
"Well then my little rabbit, you're going to work wonders for me this evening but I must first deal with a little business. I am however very interested to know one thing, are you a resident of Gotham or a traveler?"
"I get around," she said faintly.
At just the sound of her voice the majority of the room was unsettled/wired and whistled as they peered over her with thirst.
"When we talked over the cell I could almost feel how wonderful you'd be, and I'm quite interested to know how you made contact."
While fiddling with her fingers she then pushed away a strand of hair from the right side of her face.
"I'm a gal that does her share of drifting and you can speak to any of my previous clients and they'll all tell you the same thing," she moved up on and purred into his ear. "I'm the best at what I do, second to none."
Antwan grew excited at those words, backtracking somewhat.
"And what services does the lovely Dawn distribute?" his voice came out tedious and desperate.
"Everything that you see," she spun around giving him a full View and wagging her backside as the rabbit tail spun. "All for the right price, of course."
His mouth was halfway open and he looked mesmerized as he dropped his hand over her left side only to have it slapped away.
"Sorry good-looking, no money, no touching. You may explore every inch once you disburse the right amount," she winked.
Antwon backed away, enjoying every bit the spunk this woman had.
"A woman with boundaries and knows what she wants, smoking and attractive. You know I can match any price tag you set."
"And it'll be worth every penny."
Nightwing listened to it all and much as he was amused and enjoying the conversations there was too much time wasting.
"Well, you're more than likely to put me down so I'd like to know one thing."
All eyes were cemented over the masked hero who was chained to the chair and the m.
"And what if I don't tell you anything, I'd much rather you get nothing. See, that's the beauty of your circumstance, I don't have to tell you a thing and put you down whenever I I'm ready. But you won't get off that easy, anyone that tries to put an end to my operation doesn't get off without suffering."
"Says everybody that I've ever infiltrated and with the screenplay ending the same way. Sure there's a couple knots and wrinkles here and there but the closing, predictable."
"Things are working a little bit differently tonight, you aren't getting that storybook ending that you are used to. This time it ends with a bullet through your head, a bloody mess for sure."
The mob boss was all smiles before stepping back and realized something strange. Before Nightwing talked and seemed confident he was in control and he had since did a complete one eighty. What was behind this change, he wondered? Though none of that really mattered as the vigilante would be dealt with.
"Truth be told I've dealt with bigger fish than you," Nightwing implied. "Guys that make you look like real small time."
"You little bastard…" Antwan cracked his knuckles with a laugh. "Evidently you do not comprehend to what scale the foundation which this all sits upon. The Cayman Islands, France, Africa, Beijing... only to name a few."
"You implying your tiny business spans further than just a couple cities and out of the country? Sounds like wishful thinking. Your illegal activities discovered and your operation terminated and of course all of you behind bars."
The whole room erupted in laughs as Nightwing sat with an unoccupied expression.
"An impudent little fuck, aren't you?! I'm not fantasizing any of this, it's all factual."
"Factual you say, what's your proof? Far as I know what's to say you are just blowing smoke out of your ass?"
Antwan reached into his left pocket pulling out a handgun which spun around his finger.
"All encrypted over my main hard drive. Every shipment, meetings, transactions, updates; all of it is there. And you say something of this magnitude should have been discovered, true but if you are paid up with the right people life is a whole lot simpler."
"I see," Nightwing grinned.
The mob boss had delivered to him exactly what he wanted and couldn't have gift wrapped it any better than that. The moment of victory was very short as the mobster took aim at over Nightwing.
"Shall the show begin?" he lowered the weapon and took aim over Nightwing's knee. "We'll start with your leg then make our way up and find out just how much pain you can tolerate before the finale."
Antwan pulled back over the trigger but was stopped as the woman moved up beside him and her touch so soft and gentle.
"I... I don't do so well with violence Mr. Fletcher, it makes me feel nauseous. Especially blood. Do this later can't you... can we have a little fun first? Someplace alone and quiet?"
"Not now not, yet!" he pushed her hand away as she ran her fingers over the left side of his shoulder.
He then looked to one of his subordinates to his right while at the same time eying the exit.
"See Miss Dawn into the waiting area. I'll be there once I'm done dealing with this little..."
The window on the other side of the room shattered and no one really had an opportunity to react as a dark character was up and over them swiftly. Bodies were flying and going down in mere seconds of each other and only catching glimpses of him. Another came soaring in through the window moments later. The surrounding gunmen were barely able to react or reach for the weapons before they were dropped. During the break in Antwan became edgy and lost hold of his weapon. As he watched his men slowly falling one after another he leaned forward and recovering the off the ground just as the last of them fell.
"Batman and Robin!" his fists were tight.
"Right and you are done," the boy wonder crack his knuckles.
The mob boss found himself backed up in a corner with little options. Much as any other high-profile criminal passing through Gotham City, he at least heard the stories about the dynamic duo. He was left really with only a one option and so he grabbed the woman and with the barrel of his weapon pressed over the side of her head.
"Back the hell up or I blow the bitch's brains out! I know you don't want blood on your hands, Batman. For years I've heard myths about your no kill rule, so unless you want this woman's blood painting the carpet, I'll be walking out of here and untouched. I want a clean getaway or she dies!"
Batman and Robin stood their ground without even the slightest budge. The criminal started for the exit but that's where the dynamic duo stood and blocking the way.
"Move!" the mobster waved his gun in command. "This isn't a joke, I will kill her!"
Batman kept still just as Robin but the Caped Crusader with half a smile and the gangster looked with vast confusion in his eyes but then came the unexpected as the woman threw her head back and smashing it against his nose as he bled. Next she spun and twisting his arm as he lost hold of the weapon as she kicked him in the gut before a roundhouse kick with the opposite leg which sent him halfway across the room and into a wall. He was knocked out on the collision and even without the use Yokai she held back significantly so not to break every bone in his body. The woman rubbed her hands together in satisfaction.
"Are you okay?" Batman immediately approached Nightwing.
"Fine. I had things under control, no assistance was needed."
"Didn't look like they from our perspective," Batman replied sharply.
Immediately standing from the chair the chains that had been wrapped around him fell as he rubbed his hands together.
"You were saying?" Nightwing rubbed his hands together with a grin.
"Then why the distress call?" Batman asked.
"Well you know, it isn't always such a bad idea to have backup on standby in case things don't go as envisioned. In the case of tonight I purposely allowed myself to be captured so that I might get our guy to do what he does best and that's talk. But anyway, who's the girl?"
Her eyes were pasted over both and tugged at the choker around her neck as she pulled it off. Next came a bright flicker around her body and when it came to pass, her hair turned pink, her tone brighter. And lastly her dark colored eyes changed to a bright green. Nightwing quietly laughed.
"Knew that voice sounded familiar," he walked forward and bowing his head. "To what do I owe the honor, your majesty?"
His sarcasm didn't go unnoticed and Akasha especially amused as she laughed.
"But really," Nightwing looked to Batman. "What was the idea behind allowing her to tag along?"
"I didn't."
Akasha's bit back after being met by the crusader's glare.
"Why are you here?"
That was just one question of many which he had, seemingly hundreds which could be directed her way. The output was one thing, but that was hardly of importance. Robin wasn't any less surprised than his allies, watching the Dark Lord approach in two steps.
"You're right, I suppose I do have some explaining to do, but not here."
That was a good enough response for the time being and so Batman backed off. Instead the trio of the masked heroes cuffed the fallen criminals and an anonymous call made to GCPD. Afterwards Nightwing was the first out and went straight for Antwan's office.
XXX
Horses galloped about and kicking up dust as they scuttled through the forest like area and that's when her eyes sluggishly opened. She was disordered for the first several moments as she awoke, unaware where she was and her chin resting over the shoulder of the Asagao three's Miukei Suzcoo. Next thing she realized was the rope tied around her upper body as she had no control over her arms or hands. The elf groaned aloud and repositioned herself with soreness throughout much of her body.
"Welcome back, sleeping beauty. Did you enjoy your little nap?" Miukei looked back at her over her shoulder.
Isla didn't answer and instead shook off the cobwebs and recalling what led to her being in this position. In just over a minute details of it all came pouring down over her like a storm as she force herself up straight atop the moving horse and the vampire in front of her. She looked to the left where both Batwing and Canary were on horseback and then to her left where the two mercenaries rode.
"Where are we going?"
"And so she speaks," Miukei smirked. "Where to other than Vindellorien, a very long route I'm afraid. Your captors would have anticipated the direct trail and cut us off, likely with even more soldiers and if the Xsouvizs are with S class monsters amongst their ranks even I would have a difficult time putting them all down."
The elf lieutenant bit over her lower lip and her forehead leaned up against the top of the vampire's upper shoulder.
"This isn't what I want, you know of my findings and what they intend to do. They must be stopped and I'm in an opportunistic position to do so, they would never expect someone as myself to..."
"Oh shush, that isn't happening! Forget it," Miukei shook her head. "Your findings have been quite extraordinary, that cannot be negated and particulars of it will be kept in a small circle and I mean small."
"Fine, you go running back to the Dark Lord and show her of these findings and what? She'll cooperate with those she believes are her most trusted, but members of the Xsouvizs specialize in exactly this... starting from the bottom and making their way up to the highest positions in power with each land they've infiltrated. It was this way in Vindellorien and intel from the royal guards before my capture detailed something similar in the kingdom of Reinganar. All rumors however, nothing official. The wolves aren't exactly an ally. You've heard what I've said and you know what'll happen. There's only one thing to..."
"Shut up!"
That was the end of it and from that point forward Isla kept quiet and knew it was pointless. There was a sense of hopelessness, fearing just who had been tainted and how far it had spread. It all but seemed out of her hands now and all she could really do was hope. There was no one more capable than the likes of the emperor or the Dark Lord that could very easily put an end to all that was happening with the Xsouvizs. But that wasn't the problem, it was in fact far from it. Her worries were all tied to one thing. How far did it go, the corruption of lands at the hands of the outlaws.
"Hey you two," Miukei looked to both Batwing and Black Canary. "We're going to go off course for a moment."
The duo looked to the vampire as the horses continued galloping.
"There's a small village out that way, I've passed through there more than a couple dozen times. We shall get some refreshments, a meal and most importantly changes of clothing for you both. As is you'll stand out far too much and we really don't need the attention."
"Sounds like a plan, been wondering when I'd be able to get out of the lug of armor."
For the next thirty minutes they continued riding through the forest until they were soon out in the open with tall grass, a lake and mountains to the left of them. While she remained silent Dinah was hopeful and with her fingers crossed that at the end of this it meant a return to the human world. Regardless of what happened next she would never forget her time in the realm, learning much and grew stronger from the experiences.
XXX
Together and out the front doors of the Daily Planet walked the pair of Clark Kent and Lois, working a distinct paper a piece. Clark had finished fifteen minutes prior but decided to wait up on her. His hands were within the side jacket pockets of his vest and Lois carrying a purse over her right shoulder as they walked about down the block. As they passed by and from the edge of his eye Lois spotted a man propped up against a dumpster, but fast asleep and his attire with wear and tear. She had seen him maybe once a twice before, one of the homeless residents who she'd given a few spare dollars during those instances.
"I'm feeling for a cup of coffee, I could use a little caffeine," Lois ended the silence.
"Coffee?" Clark looked down over her with suspicion. "We're done for the night."
"Maybe in the office, but there's a little something extra I wish to complete in advance before the week ends. A little extra work at home isn't all bad, anything to keep me occupied. And there's still the other night, you never spoke a word about it. The night you took off from the office, it's been all over the news; Superman, Wonder Woman and Green Lantern battle evil menaces."
She waved her hands up in dramatic fashion which instigated a chuckle from Clark who ran a hand through his hair.
"Only two casualties on their appearance before my arrival, but dozens injured and we're lucky that number wasn't much higher. I've told you little about what's been going on, but with the way things have been progressing perhaps it's about time I detailed some of it. You aren't ignorant to the idea of monsters, aliens and other lifeforms, but what I and the league are currently dealing with is complicated."
"Better late than never, tell me all about it?" she asked.
Clark adjusted his tie as they came up on the light and crossed the street together with their eyes set over the coffee shop.
"They call themselves Fairy Tale and operate from a world parallel to this one, hidden from humanity. We faced them nearly a decade back, but this time it's different," Clark removed his hands from his pockets with more intensity in his gaze than before. "This time around they're rounding up and associating themselves with the worst monsters this world has to offer, enemies of mine and the Justice League."
Lois bit over her lower lip as they stepped through the front doors of the shop.
"Sounds to me like they're building some sort of Injustice League, what is their purpose?"
The couple found a booth and sat across from each other as Clark continued. And it was just down the block and atop the roofs that two shadows loomed over the homeless man asleep, one of which diving down and spreading her wings which flapped as she gently touched down over the pavement. She was a woman with short light purple hair, red eyes and wearing red boots with blue nylons and bat patterns over it. The other who followed had spiky light blue hair, purple eyes, a black trench coat, black boots and a silver chain around his neck. He wore dark colored pants, with a black tank top beneath it. He stood at 5'10.
"Lilith," he called out to the succubus but in a whisper. "What are you doing?"
"Ssshhh, quiet Haruo or you'll wake him," she looked away from him, still however with her gaze again over the sleeping person. "I must feed, and this one is dreaming up the perfect meal. So many high emotions and thrill, it's going to be delicious banquet!"
Lilith rubbed her hands together as she licked at her lips, just as she dropped to her knees and beside the man. Haruo said nothing and did exactly what she would do if the roles were reversed, standing guard. She shaped a tentacle out of her side, but with a sharp edge which pierced into the side of her sleeping victim. The succubus moaned and groaned as she peered into his dream and sucked it away into her own. She took in only enough to satisfy her appetite and the subject would survive the encounter, but with no recollection of the dream itself.
"I feel rejuvenated, so much better," she stretched out with a giggle.
"Good to hear, but where do we go from here?"
"We confront her, the time is now."
Haruo was with questioning eyes as he looked down over her,
"But I thought you said..."
"I've known about her whereabouts for the past week, I could feel her. I just wasn't ready to approach and had I got any closer I know she would have felt me," Lilith replied.
"What changed your mind?"
"Nothing in particular, I just know it's time."
XXX
Uptown Gotham and overlooking one of the railroads was the penthouse where they relocated and just an hour after Antwan Fletcher was arrested and booked. Robin took off ahead of Batman with his own personal matters to deal with, while the Dark Lord was with him. Just after the take down of the mob boss, Nightwing carried a flash drive and with Batman's assist he hacked and uploaded all information from the criminal's compute. When that concluded they went their own ways but Nightwing still in town. Neither of them changed, the caped crusader still in full gear and Akasha donning the rabbit outfit. She sat over a sofa and with one leg bouncing up and down.
"That would be inaccurate if I told you this didn't come as a surprise," Batman paced about in front of her. "How and why did you get yourself involved?"
"Not a very long story, quite simple actually. I hold the title of Dark Lord for reasons other than my physical capacity, and it isn't all predicated on my connection to father. I earned the title through hard work, missions, and triumphs in the face of death. I know how to snoop around undercover, retrieve information or take down a target."
Batman dialed in over her with much enthrall but silent.
"Nightwing forwarded an S.O.S to you and I just so happened to stop by your home when this happened. Alfred went for the cave and I followed just as we discovered Nightwing's message. I wanted to help and so I took note of everything and performed my own little research. Antwan has traveled Gotham times before and with his favorite places to party and hangout. The information dispatched by Nightwing in addition to my own findings gave me a way in."
"You used yourself as bait..." Batman glared.
With the shrug of her shoulders she giggled and outwardly without a care in the world.
"And I'd do it again, don't look at me that way. Antwan had a system in place for appealing to and reaching out to women with certain talents through secret methods. Really quite clever, all it took was a couple calls and an audition to get close to him. Yeah and I know there was a trillion different ways I could have approached this, but this was the simplest that would also garner less attention. I can tell you all about it if you'd like. It was my choice to make and you know none of them could even dream to harm me. He's like family to you, all of them and in turn they're to me. I'll support not only you but them; when I'm not otherwise occupied governing Hiklorhan… which is practically my life and duty. Doesn't mean I can't get out and explore and stretch my legs per say."
An exhale fled his lips as Bruce pulled the cowl up and off his head exposing his features. He wanted to rebuke her and tell her never to do it again, but that in itself was pointless. The deed was a good one and there was one thing that couldn't be ignored and that was her experience. She was capable of much in a variety of situations and had immense talents atop it all.
"While we're here and alone, there's something I wanted to say," Akasha looked up as jade orbs met blue ones. "It is the reason I am in Gotham. I... I did it Bruce."
"Did it?" he rose an eyebrow.
"Yes, my engagement. I've ended it," her voice lagged off as she looked away for an instant. "Things have gotten crazy because of it, I honestly wasn't presuming the realm would respond in the way that it has. But I suppose it is to be anticipated considering the involvement of myself."
The Dark Lord dropped her leg as she took a deep breath before continuing.
"You already know why," she brushed her fingers over the soft surface of the sofa. "But there are things I'd like to touch on to discharge potential confusion. I have a duty as Dark Lord and queen of the vampire kingdom and I will not put any of that aside."
Akasha shook her head with her gaze over the ground.
"Not until another few decades or so," her eyes returned to his. "Until you choose to relinquish Bruce Wayne is when we could consider being mated. But in the meantime that doesn't mean we couldn't share a relationship in private."
"Akasha, now isn't the..."
"There is no better time than now," she interjected as she stood from the sofa. "I just want to leave it all out on the table so that you know where I stand. We could start over, fresh and try again. You'd have a lot of time to decide if this is what you desire and if it is then I'd happily take you as my partner. I love you," she smiled bashfully.
Her hands behind her back as she tapped a toe over the carpet and her gaze over the ground as she waited for a response. After a few moments when he said nothing her eyes returned to his.
"Come, please don't do the silent thing."
With a single step back he cleared his throat and his gaze still over hers.
"I didn't believe you'd actually go through with it. Your father and others can't be thrilled, I imagine."
"It varies between different factions, and eventually things will come to a settle but I did what I had to. So that leads to one thing," her voice came out in a whisper as she went silent for the next several moments. "What will you do, is there any part of you that would be willing to try again?"
The Dark Lord gave up much with the decision; that much he could see but other variables were in play. There were many but those that came to mind was their past relationship, and how great it was before ending in a catastrophe and then of course the succubus. As he stood, there was much to consider, not just from the past but the actions she'd taken in her return. Though he wasn't one to excuse questionable choices by others so easily nor unlock himself, he was a true believer that anyone could find redemption and change. Akasha watched him the entire time and particularly studying his face and she could see there had to be a couple dozen thoughts distributing through his mind. He thought one thing but there were feelings of confliction as his eyes closed.
"Hey, it's okay," Akasha smiled up at him as she ran a hand over the right side of his face. "I'm not here to pressure you and besides I know you're thinking about her, Morrigan. You're a good person and don't want to see anyone get wounded. I'm not forcing you to choose me over her, all I'm asking for is a fair shot. I know how we felt about each other and that never died for me, but can you say the same for her? Does she love you, and do you… her?"
By the Bruce peered down over the pink haired vampire, knowing exactly what she was getting at.
"I don't know what you want me to say. My life... no, our lives are complicated. Yours more so than it was then, and your responsibilities are top priority. I don't fit into any of that, there is no place for this."
"Complicated is fine, there's nothing wrong with that. Persons like us don't have normal lives, and the same can be said for Morrigan. While I might rule an entire kingdom and hold the title of Dark Lord, she oversees and rules an entire realm. We all do the hard work and get our hands dirty so that the masses may live better lives. You say there is no place for you in my world, but that isn't true. And even if there wasn't, we'd make a place. We'll never have ordinary lives and a gathering between us wouldn't change the status quo. Your mission would continue and Batman working on an even broader scale. I told you once I'd fight the war with you, together."
Bruce let out a deep sigh and with a nod of his head.
"I never forgot," he looked her in the face. "None of it, I remember."
She leaned up against him and with one leg raised off the ground and her hands over his chest.
"So tell me then, big guy...Still a possibility for this?"
Silence collapsed over them with their eyes locked and frozen into each other. It felt as though there was a shared electric wave between them and whizzing through their bodies. Much replayed in his mind, particularly what went on in her return. While not always directly she showed her tenderness and appreciation indirectly often times. She was a loving mother that cared much for her daughters, even the ones not by blood which she considered family as if they were own. She risked her life for Damian, ended her engagement causing scrutiny and now this, tonight and her effort to spring Nightwing out of trouble.
She was showing not only her love and caring for him but for those that he valued most and were the only true family he had. It was the weirdest feeling and in that second, if even for that instant he put aside all the bad that happened with them. It just seemed right and there wasn't even the slightest spec of resentment in his gaze as she moved her hands upward and around his neck. She smiled up at him self-consciously as she pulled him towards her and standing on the tips of her toes. Her lips were just inches from his and her eyes halfway closed as she readied herself for softness of his lips. This was cut short as through in open window inside the space a clutter of bats swirled inward as both moved back from each other.
The flying rodents circled and occupied a section in the middle of the room as they combined together and just like that the queen of Makai appeared in front of them. And with her arms stretched outward and over her the succubus threw her hair back which waved about as her wings flapped.
"Don't I just have the nag for appearing and killing the mood," Morrigan laughed with a twinkle of her eye at Akasha. "Things were just about to get all steamy and hot, I love a good romantic scene. You sneaky little devil."
"Morrigan listen..."
"Sssssshhhh," she cut off Bruce who moved in on her. "Don't jump out of your boots, I'm not upset... hell I'm fine, actually. Dig the whole rabbit look Akasha, very cute and lewd; perfect to seduce and make the blood of any man bubble with desire."
Bruce was again ready to interpose.
"You misjudge, there was an incident uptown and..."
"Blah, blah, boring. Tell me all about it later, right now I'm more interested in all this," Morrigan again looked to Akasha. "Way to step your game up girl, I applaud you. That really wasn't a joke when you told me you'd be back to take him, but I didn't think you'd come down this hard, or so soon. I like."
"Excuse me?" Bruce eyed Morrigan.
Next came a laugh from the succubus who rested a hand over the left side of her chest.
"Oh that's right, you didn't know. The same night little miss Bloodriver publicized her feelings to you we had a little open discussion, all about everyone's favorite knight. Clearly she's expressed what she wants and as I told her a little tug of war isn't all bad, it gets the competitive juices flowing."
The caped crusader seemed to still be unclear as to the full context of things.
"I'm talking about you hun, a friendly little duet if you will to see which of us lands the prize. And in this case, you. And no, no, no I already know what you're thinking and it isn't like that."
"And what am I thinking?" Bruce frowned.
Morrigan nervously chuckled but tip toed forward and rubbed up against him to try and ease his tensions.
"That we view this as a game, match. But that's far from it. Vampires, humans, succubi, werewolves and so many other monster species we all have some similarities in viewpoints but far more differences. While one might have certain standards, boundaries and morals that'll be entirely different for another. You're a human turned vampire, but hold the viewpoints of a human. You've been one your entire life up till now so very understandable."
"What're you saying?"
"Dating and companionship, relationships with yokai and monsters will be very different than with a human woman. We have diverse interests, longings and needs. A different mindset all together, be open minded is all I'm saying, darling."
The succubus rubbed the side of her face against his, kissing at his cheek just before lowering her head and lightly biting at his chin.
"Right in front of me, real classy!" Akasha funneled forward and pulling Morrigan away from him. "I care for you like a little sis, but sometimes you simply make me ache!"
"Says the little demon that tries to steal a kiss in private, he and I technically are together. I have nothing to hide, nor any reason to sneak around, dear. You'll have to wait in line."
"Wait in line, as if. In the case of this he isn't promised or reserved to you... and as I told you before it's fair game. There is no forecast or clouds, I've made clear what I want. Hell I'm sure you'll provide him sexual pleasure, but with me he'd get that and a whole lot more. While you run around waving your goods playing a game of chase and flinging, you've already lost. Far too casual I'm afraid, someone like him deserves to be appreciated, loved and not jerked around with."
The succubus giggled while Bruce bit back and shocked at the conversation they were having in front of him. To see Akasha pamper in such talk was a bit surprising whereas with Morrigan it was right up her ally.
"Played with, hun you've really misunderstood. Did you stop and think maybe for a second that we both enjoy what we have, why rush into anything serious and all that stuff when we can enjoy doing so loosely without commitment, in the short term. And now with Brucie as a vampire, immortal and all we'll have all the time in the world. There's no winning in a competition for a man's heart against a succubus, we're creatures born for love and seduction."
"So it's been said," half a smirk appeared over her face. "Perhaps you should try telling that to Kurumu-chan."
Morrigan bit over her tongue just before her mouth shot open, but then came a snicker.
"Aono Tsukune and his mating to Moka huh, one instance of a blunder. She was young, inexperienced and not a go getter like most succubi. With I that is far from the case. And at least with me he would never have to look over his shoulder and question my loyalty, unlike a certain vampire that might find her way into bed with her ex."
Akasha rolled her eyes while Morrigan chortled. It took her a little bit but the vampire did recover and bounce back.
"A mistake that I regret and will never happen again, but while we're on the subject of the past," the Dark Lord licked at her lips and with a malicious smirk. "I made my mistakes and was with my faults, but at least I didn't tie him down and take him over and over without consent."
"Ouch," Morrigan spun her tongue around and over her teeth. "Such a low blow, it almost tickles."
Bruce was already two steps back from where he originally stood. Was he to keep quiet and say nothing or step in between them before things escalated?
"I can keep going, ever hear of Sasha? Oh yeah that's right, you've met her. My little girl, our child," Akasha added.
The succubus queen immediately opened her mouth and just about blurted out something but in the last instant she held back.
"Oh if only you knew, hun..." she whispered.
"Hehe?" Akasha's smirk grew with a hand beside her ear. "Have we hit a brick wall?"
Bruce was almost in awe to see this side of the Dark Lord, her confidence, pride and influence of the situation showing. She was typically far more reserved and not so easily baited, but tonight Morrigan had provoked something within her.
"So what if you have his kid, that doesn't mean didly. If that's the case why don't you go trotting back to Shuzen, he give you your first."
"You'd love that," Akasha glowered as her left brow twitched.
Bruce took a deep breath as he finally moved in between them and pulling the cowl back up and over his head.
"Enough, we have more important matters at hand than for you two to be arguing over... this."
It was especially awkward for him.
"Don't be that way, bat," Morrigan seized his chin with three fingers. "You know you're enjoying all the attention and the two of us fighting over you. You're right though, we do have more eminent tasks to confront, such as the stiffness I've suddenly felt. I might need a little help loosening up."
Morrigan winked up at him.
"What do you say we head back to the manor? All this arguing has got me all fiery and in the mood."
She rubbed up against him again while Akasha stood in place but with her fists tight.
"I have work," Batman responded.
"Patrol, always fighting the bad guys. After works perfectly, I'll help you relieve your tensions and stress," Morrigan wrapped her arms around him as she looked at Akasha. "At least we both know who he's going home with tonight. But hey I'm not so cruel as not to share a little bit of love... if you care to join."
Batman's eyes shot open while Akasha again rolled her eyes as Morrigan winked.
"Well I should get going, promised to meet up with Felicia in a few. She's back in the loop, thankfully. But I'll see you later tonight, hun."
Morrigan gave him a kiss just before she looked to Akasha one final time before, swallowing back and running with her arms outstretched and pulling the Dark Lord in for a tight hug.
"You know I love you, and you're just way too cute in that outfit."
The succubi pulled back as they looked each other in the eyes and laughed together. And so with a few steps taken to the side, Morrigan waved as bats walled her body and she took off through the open window. Batman and the Dark Lord watched but kept quiet for a couple dozen seconds.
"Well that just happened," Akasha breathed out.
"Yes," Batman nodded. "Will you return to Hiklorhan?"
"I am needed there, so yes. But there is something I wish to do before."
"What's that?"
Akasha smirked as she moved in on him closer and then came an unexpected peck of the lips as she gave him a kiss.
"It's a surprise, you'll see."
The Dark Lord snickered up at him whilst massaging a hand over the left side of his cowl.
"But in the meantime, what do you say we get out of here. I don't want to hold you back from your work. I'll give you a ring and we'll set something up, perhaps maybe even tomorrow."
"I'll keep a lookout."
XXX
The area of Shunrine was renowned throughout the yokai realm for its beautiful scenery. Ancient trees, their branches gnarled with age, stretched their limbs to the skies it seemed as the greenery of summer gave way to an explosion of yellows, reds and browns; this let all yokai know that autumn's cold was imminent. Farmers could be spotted amongst the gently rolling hills of Draspeya, kingdom of the Phoenix. They went about the last harvest of the year, collecting bail after bail, bundle after bundle of crops in preparation for winter's scarcity. Others went out into the forest, intent on hunting for that evening's meal, spreading their wings as they did so from the skies. And the shadows they cast had already begun to lengthen as the sun dipped below the horizon.
The gathered townsfolk walked around and carried torches which casted an eerie light over the proceedings as they brandished pitchforks, scythes, and other common weapons of the human world.
Kristoph Hill, a religious zealot who also functioned as the town's magistrate, solemnly trod to his spot on the elevated dais. He was an older individual with a white beard and mustache and a groan escaped his lips as he eased his body into the hard wooden chair, lifting one leg up over the other. His facial features were as severe as his mannerisms. First his nose was hooked and thin, his eyes beady and darting, the skin beneath his eyes etched with frown lines, and his mouth turned downwards while he lightly bit over his tongue. Kristoph's voice brought about instant silence as he started up.
"Bring forth the accused!" he thundered, pointing with his staff.
Again the assembled patronage made way, but the second person to come forward was much more pitiable than Hill; a woman in an appearance who looked young, no more than twenty five, bound in a cocoon of ropes and prodded mercilessly with spears as she was ushered forward. Even by the era's standards, she was beautiful. The woman possessed an athletic figure but curvy enough to catch any man's attention, and her almond-shaped silver eyes complemented her tan yellowish skin. Her blonde hair, highlighted with red, hung in front of her face as she was tugged roughly along.
After all, one couldn't be too careful with witches. She was a powerful one to say the least and had been secretly roaming their lands in secret. Nods and mutters greeted her arrival. Everyone in attendance had at least heard about her and it made sense that she had been working against them given certain past events. Her name was Paige Watson and she spent time outdoors selling goods and gaining intel through sometimes very un-lady like activities. She was a witch with a very dominant personality; never one to submit to men, like proper women were supposed to like where she was from and would constantly voice her opinions.
Kristoph turned to face her and his expression was one of utmost loathing.
"As you all know these proceedings aren't known to our queen, Lara Chao, and it is in our greatest interest that it stays that way. She has far more important matters on her plate than to deal with small fry. So tell me, what is this witch's crime?"
A herald unrolled a piece of parchment, and his booming voice echoed through the area.
"The accused is charged with the practice of unholy witchcraft, killing off more than a handful of our council. Her practices stretch far out over our lands and she's deceived many to gain certain ingredients!"
"Well, Miss Watson," Hill said. "Did you or did you not kill off nearly twenty of our citizens using the black book of Azit? Are you or are you not a witch?"
"I can be what you want me to be," Paige said with quiet dignity, but seduction in her tone. "But I know nothing of witchcraft, you've got the wrong gal."
"Lies!" shouted a man in the crowd. "The bitch passed by my family's field, and then came a dark light and kapuuufff our crops devastated!"
Paige immediately rolled her eyes, but with a laugh.
"Not my doing, why must the new pretty girl in town be blamed for everything. Whatever happened with your plantation is your own doing, old fool."
"You could have casted a spell to tarnish Mr. Brink's plantation, yes?" Hill leaned forward. "Surely a witch of your level is more than capable of such a thing."
"I am no witch," Paige responded loudly. "And I certainly don't wish any of you people misfortune. However with such accusations it appears that you people really had what was coming to you."
She laughed devilishly and could see that the Reverend was not convinced and running out of patience.
"Next witness," he growled.
Another villager, a woman this time, stepped from the assembled masses telling her own story, and then came another after that and then another. The accused watched and listened the entire time with a smug grin over her lips.
"The evidence against you is overwhelming," Hill spoke, turning to the witch. "I cannot help if you're unwilling to confess your wrong doings and face justice for your actions."
For the next several moments she stood there silently but then she was incapable of holding it in any longer as laughter escaped her lips. Next came shaking of the foundation beneath their feet, and some began panicking. The setting sun lit the sky with its brilliant hues, but to Paige it meant something entirely different as she raised her hands up in the chains and singing a chant.
"Hey, somebody shut her the hell up!"
Four ran right at her at once but the witch throwing out her arms and forcing them off their feet and in the opposite direction as darkness then fell over the sky. And almost instantly a bone chilling roar echoed through the clouds and the surrounding villagers stiffened, their eyes wide with fear, and the horses whinnied fearfully.
"Your end is nigh," Paige laughed in a very witch like way.
Kristoph immediately leaped up from his chair, wide eyes and all with clinched fists as his staff dropped over the ground. As everyone else he observed the skies as the darkened and Paige's laughter persisting.
"Please, I beg of you... don't do this!"
"Little too late, old man."
She finished the chant as lightning zipped down from the skies and zapped each of the many bystanders one after another as they dropped like flies. A final bolt struck over the constraints and freeing her as she looked around at all the fallen dead bodies, which counted up over fifty and she couldn't be more pleased.
"Paige..."
A voice called out to her from the distance, coming from a hilltop to her left and then appeared a woman that she knew very well.
"Getting yourself captured on purpose, I like. But the boss wants you back, all of us. Something about an important meeting."
"There is no better way," the witch responded. "Trick them into believing they're in control and then pluck it away right out of their grasp. Very well, Luria Patra... you lead the way."
It was elsewhere and inside his estate that the emperor walked about with a cane in hand. He was in high spirits having just underwent a long session of meditation and a quick warm up of training. He only managed to get around the corner as he slowed up at footsteps fast approaching him, and he wasn't surprised to see his attendant Eris.
"Master there is something you must see immediately, this is bad!"
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